I don't really know how to broach the subject, but I thought I'd give you a different perspective. I used to be that little girl, with a dad who made her cry. I have very poignant memories of these episodes, especially when we wen to the beach one time. My dad is tall, and I was very little. He took me out to play in the waves. He was holding me, and kept wading in deeper. I was fine and having fun when it was up to my waist, but he kept going in. I told him I was scared, but he just kept telling me I was fine, that I was safe with him, and kept going in. He was out so deep that he could not touch the bottom when waves came. I was terrified. I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5 at the time, and I still feel panic! Mostly that he insistantly kept going in deeper after I plead with him not to.
When I was a teenager, for a while I really hated him. I regret some things I did, but I really didn't like my dad. I had no idea how truly awful men can be, so I didn't realize how great my dad really is. I just couldn't get past how he did those things I didn't like. How he scared me. And I remember thinking I wanted to marry someone who was nothing like my dad. That's really sad!
Now, as a mom, I think he was just trying to push me, so I would realize that everything really was fine in the end. But he pushed too hard, and all I remember is the terror, and the hurt (of him not listening to me) and anger I felt. I push my kids, but gently, and never to the point of fear.
So maybe, when you discuss it, you could tell your hsuband how your daughter won't remember all the fun she had with daddy, she'll only remember the hurt.
And as an adult, I did an exercise in a self-help book that was quite astonishing to me. I was to close my eyes and, in my imagination, walk through my childhood home. It was interesting to me that during the exercise, I met my mother in the hallway. The book wanted to know what question I would ask when I met someone in the house. And what I asked was, "Why didn't you protect me from him?" So apparently, I really wanted my mother to stand up for me and make my dad stop. All the hurt and fear welled up inside me, as if I were a little girl being teased too much by my dad. I won't say that it has caused me any lasting psychological harm, but it certainly has hurt my relationship with my dad.